Chapter Twenty-FiveThe unconscious Bill meanwhile pursued his way. The dense box hedges deadened sound and let no light come through. If Lazare had passed the turn of the path, Bill would have both heard and seen him. As it was, he heard nothing. The stillness of the early evening had given place to gusts of wind that promised rain. Sascha’s voice did not carry any distance, and Major Armitage presently emerged from between the tall box pillars and made his way quietly in the direction of the house. There were lights to be seen in it. The landing window flared uncurtained, and a long streak lower down on the left marked the position of the window out of which Sally had climbed. Bill reached the back of the house and turned to the right. There were the barred windows just above him now, old
